Tea Lights Beleaguered Servant20200719202007193 Comments on Tea LightsOriginal Poems Slowly, she disrobed, Laying down Her last resistance To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Lunes Moments Poetry Snapshots Related Posts In Setting Out We See, And Yet We Miss Security and Exchange glamorizing fear Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
The candles in the picture are called tea lights in some places, and the poem happens next to them. I think. Loading... Reply
How does the poem match its title?
The candles in the picture are called tea lights in some places, and the poem happens next to them.
I think.
🙂 gotcha